Written by: Freddy Nyezi
I closed my eyes and saw my hand shoot into the air,
Grasping and grabbing at the oxygen atoms.
My fingers fell to their knuckles and begged the oxygen to return to my lungs.
I felt the felon beat against the bars of my rib cage.
With a restrained voice, it screamed at him:
“I know the answer!”
“Yes, Freddy?”
I could not speak.
I know the answer, I promise.
I’m not stupid. My dumb mouth
Just won’t work.
There were snickers behind me.
My arm retreated.
Sweaty palms with no grip on dignity.
My head bowed and my cheeks flushed.
There was a churning in my stomach and
I was on the verge of tears.
"It's alright. You can try again tomorrow."
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